It will come as a surprise to almost no-one that I rather enjoy a touch
of theatrics. Lighting, costuming, the whole experience rather excites
me. So while many, many people find taking their dogs for a Santa photo
frankly ridiculous, mine went in costume. Naturally he was less than
impressed by the crazy man in the beard. In any event, the Santa Paws
photo was only the warm-up act. With the dog safely disrobed, the family
headed off for the main event, the wonderful Hugh Jackman
at the less
than wonderful Brisbane Entertainment Centre. That man is the ultimate
showman, the complete triple threat. He had the audience eating out of
his well moisturised hands (I know about the moisture content of the
hands because he complained of their dryness and hand cream materialised
from a handbag in the audience. The woman who provided it was allowed
to rub it in. Swoon). It's hard to know how much was scripted and how
much was ad libbed but in the end it doesn't matter. What mattered was
that Hugh said it like he meant it and there was never even the
slightest hint of just going through the motions. He tapped danced his
way into the hearts of everyone there, spreading enough joy to make even
the biggest cynic forget the pain that is the Brisbane Entertainment
Centre carpark and access. Only a consummate performer can do that. So thank you Hugh Jackman. You made me feel like all my Christmases had come at once.
It will come as a surprise to almost no-one that I rather enjoy a touch
of theatrics. Lighting, costuming, the whole experience rather excites
me. So while many, many people find taking their dogs for a Santa photo
frankly ridiculous, mine went in costume. Naturally he was less than
impressed by the crazy man in the beard. In any event, the Santa Paws
photo was only the warm-up act. With the dog safely disrobed, the family
headed off for the main event, the wonderful Hugh Jackman
at the less
than wonderful Brisbane Entertainment Centre. That man is the ultimate
showman, the complete triple threat. He had the audience eating out of
his well moisturised hands (I know about the moisture content of the
hands because he complained of their dryness and hand cream materialised
from a handbag in the audience. The woman who provided it was allowed
to rub it in. Swoon). It's hard to know how much was scripted and how
much was ad libbed but in the end it doesn't matter. What mattered was
that Hugh said it like he meant it and there was never even the
slightest hint of just going through the motions. He tapped danced his
way into the hearts of everyone there, spreading enough joy to make even
the biggest cynic forget the pain that is the Brisbane Entertainment
Centre carpark and access. Only a consummate performer can do that. So thank you Hugh Jackman. You made me feel like all my Christmases had come at once.
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